Haiku 18, April 18, 2016

Weather is such a big deal, isn’t it? I mean, unless you’re living in an underground bunker like The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or something. But for the rest of us, it sets up our days to unroll in certain ways. It affects our activities and our moods. It is both the backdrop and the overlay to what we think and feel and do.

And sometimes in Texas, as you’ve likely read about in the news, we do weather in a very big way.

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On certain gray days
passing trains sound lonelier
and the ground gives in

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